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Ariel Barillas Jan 2016
There was someone talking to me
But I can't see them
I just hear them
I listen to their criticism
their hatred
I should listen to them....
For them...
For me..
A better me
Ariel Barillas Jan 2017
The smooth touch I get
The deep color of red
''It looks so pretty''
But then it became prettier wrapping it around on her thin neck
Seeing her struggle
But I realize...
It looks prettier on me
So I wrapped around the ceiling lights
Then to my neck
Looking at myself at the mirror
''Ah, I knew it looks pretty''
I smiled
******-suicide psychotic narcissism

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